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106 Amsterdam-p.272.]11th P.M.76,76,77,76.
AKER, Saviour of mankind,
An immortal soul, design'd
To be the house of God :
Never, never to remove;
And full of power and love.
A saint, a creature new :
And pure, and happy too ;
That I should in thee be blest;
For ever, ever rest.
Fulfil my heart's desire,
And rise in raptures higher :
When with ravish'd eyes I see ;
To all eternity! 107 Euphrates-p.274.] 12th P.M.76,76,78,76.
OD of my salvation, hear,
Simply do I now draw near,
Thy blessing to receive :
But to thy wounds for refuge flee;
Thy blood was shed for me.
2 Standing now as newly slain,
To thee I lift mine eye! Balm of all my grief and pain,
Thy grace is always nigh. Now, as yesterday, the same
Thou art, and wilt for ever be ; Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me. 3 Nothing have I, Lord, to pay,
Nor can thy grace procure ; Empty send me not away,
For I, thou know'st, am poor : Dust and ashes is my name,
My all is sin and misery ; Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me. 4 No good word, or work, or thought,
Bring I to gain thy grace ; Pardon I accept unbought,
Thy proffer I embrace : Coming as at first I came,
To take, and not bestow on thee; Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me. 5 Saviour, from thy wounded side
I never will depart; Here will I my spirit hide,
When I am pure in heart : Till my place above I claim,
This only shall be all my plea, Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me. 108
New-Haven-p. 21.] C. M. G
Supremely great and good,
If I have mercy found with thee
Through the atoning blood; The guard of all thy mercies give,
And to my pardon join
Thy gracious Spirit divine.
May I obedient prove,
Or sin against thy love:
On a poor sojourner;
In humbleness and fear. 3 Still may I walk as in thy sight,
My strict Observer see;
My childlike heart to thee :
At Jesus' feet abide :
And seat me by his side. 109 Shirland-p. 135.] S. M.
Y God, my life, my love,
I cannot live if thou remove,
For thou art all in all. 2 Thy shining grace can cheer
This dungeon where I dwell: 'Tis paradise when thou art here,
If thou depart ’tis hell. 3 The smilings of thy face,
How amiable they are ! 'Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace,
And nowhere else but there.
4 To thee, and thee alone,
The angels owe their bliss ;
And dwell where Jesus is. 5 Not all the harps above
Can make a heavenly place, If God his residence remove,
Or but conceal his face.
Can one delight afford,
Without thy presence, Lord. 7 Thou art the sea of love,
Where all my pleasures roll;
And centre of my soul. 8 To thee my spirits fly
With infinite desire :
0 Jesus, raise me higher !
THIRST, thou wounded Lamb of God,
To wash me in thy cleansing blood; To dwell within thy wounds; then pain Is sweet, and life or death is gain. 2 Take my poor heart, and let it be For ever closed to all but thee; Seal thou my breast, and let me wear That pledge of love for ever there. 3 How blest are they who still abide Close shelter'd in thy bleeding side; Who life and strength from thence derive, And by thee move, and in thee live..
4 What are our works but sin and death, Till thou thy quick’ning Spirit breathe ? Thou giv'st the power thy grace to move ; O wondrous grace! O boundless love! 5 How can it be, thou heavenly King, That thou shouldst us to glory bring? Make slaves the partners of thy throne, Deck'd with a never-fading crown? 6 Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o’erflow, Our words are lost, nor will we know, Nor will we think, of aught beside, “My Lord, my Love is crucified.” 7 Ah! Lord, enlarge our scanty thought, To know the wonders thou hast wrought; Unloose our stamm’ring tongues, to tell Thy love immense, unsearchable ! 8 First-born of many brethren thou, To thee, lo, all our souls we bow : To thee our hearts and hands we give ; Thine may we die, thine may we live. 111 St. Jago-p. 50.] C. M. JE ESUS, thou all-redeeming Lord,
Thy blessing we implore ; Open the door to preach thy word,
The great, effectual door. 2 Gather the outcasts in, and save
From sin and Satan's power; And let them now acceptance have,
And know their gracious hour. 3 Lover of souls! thou know'st to prize
What thou hast bought so dear : Come, then, and in thy people's eyes,
With all thy wounds appear !